[ The years have seen him shedding armor, piece by piece, past falling away and put where it belongs. He'll never be rid of them, not entirely—the deceased write their names in your bones—but he's no longer pulled in the undertow by their greedy hands.
No, now he can walk through the Barrel with his hands bared without the fear of fainting because someone's jostled him by accident. Just earlier, he'd shaken hands with one of the council members, barely even registering the contact. Something more prolonged has him thinking of the harbor, but the water no longer rises above his ankles these days; easy to ignore.
Inej has worked through her own past in much the same way. In stages, with them both pushing where they could, when they could. Their frequent distance helps, oddly enough, because it means they have to soak up the physical contact when the time allows. Before she goes back off to sea, leaving a bloody trail of slavers in her wake.
There's also the fact they've moved away from the Slat, both of them out growing it. Her room had been filled shortly after she'd first left, years ago, and he eventually needed more space than the boarding house would allow for. Their own place has no prying eyes, no possibility of being startled by a sudden noise down the hall or the raucous laughter floating up from the bar. She surprised him once, about a year ago, by putting up bright curtains and decorations, shelves looking less empty with things she'd collected from her time abroad.
Now it feels less like they're masquerading as normal. This is their reality: she's back for now, having decided to spend the worst weeks of winter in Ketterdam instead of sailing. Parts of the harbor have sheets of ice floating on the water and Specht had looked pained when she'd asked him if it would be advisable to sail around them.
(Kaz owes him, despite the man having done nothing besides tell the truth).
They're settling in for the night, wind blowing against the shutters in noisy gusts. It's warm in the room, but he still fiddles dubiously with the buttons on his vest, as if worried the chill outside will more firmly make its way in. ]
[The days have gotten easier and easier. She still kills. She doubts that will change any time soon. There's still a lot of blood to pay, and she's collecting, surely but slowly. There's a harder edge to her when she's Captain Ghafa, but here...
Here, she can just be Inej. It's warm enough in the house (Kaz had made sure that the house was warm and dry, a retreat for both of them) that she's wearing a tank top and with bare feet, hair down and falling in shiny black waves around her shoulders. She's comfortable. She has has no reason to be on her toes here.]
I kind of wanted to, [she admits sheepishly.] But I'm glad we've waited. Safer for the crew.
[It also gives her a chance to see him for a while. Kaz, who's grown so much, who's proven so much to her in their visits. It makes her greedy, makes her want to take and take more of him. Which isn't as hard nowadays as it used to be. She watches him now, with a gleam in her eye, one that must be familiar to him by now, with how often they've tried to get further.] You know, you don't have to be dressed to the nines when we're relaxing. I wouldn't judge you for an undershirt. [She glances over at him, considering, then adds:] Or less.
[She returns to reading the same sentence over again in the book she's been trying to read for the last twenty minutes, her lips quirked up.]
I know. [ It's become her life, after all. A dream realized. Tilting his head, he quirks a smile her way, suddenly amused. ] Just think of how tough a time potential slavers are having.
[ Dreadful.
He moves away from the window, shedding his vest as he goes, hanging it off the back of a chair. Her comment doesn't exactly surprise him, but there's still a little thrill that goes through him every time she's feeling bold enough to give those thoughts a voice. ]
Force of habit. [ Kaz shrugs, looking about as sheepish as he ever gets. That quickly changes, though, hands stilling right over the button on his pants. ] How much less?
[Her smirk turns into a grin, amused. Kaz relaxing and joking around with her was a precious gift that she always cherished.
She watches him strip, her grin cooling and her expression turning possessive. Hungry. Her eyes follow his slender fingers to the button on his pants.]
All of it, [she says, voice a little breathless as she sits up in her chair.]
[ Really, he should've known what the response would be. They've done this dance more than a few times, but he's always surprised by how it's like flipping a switch. She goes from warm and amused to heated, eyes darkening in the dim lighting.
Well, he's not going to leave her waiting.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he's sliding his trousers down and off, loosely folding them over the same chair his vest is on. After, it's a slower unbuttoning of his shirt, his gaze locking to hers when he shrugs it off his shoulders. He steps out of his underwear last, dropped to the floor with his shirt. The bed dips when he takes a seat, cocking one eyebrow at her in invitation. ]
[He just... listens. The Bastard of the Barrel. At her command. She's drunk on the feeling, remaining in her chair for a few moments just to look him up and down for that time. She enjoys that she gets to see this, every single scar and freckle on him.
And then she's making her way over to the bed, pulling her tank up over her head, skin feeling heated as soon as she's bare. She's not fooling around tonight, stepping out of her pants, no underwear on underneath.
It's been maybe a minute and they're both already naked. What can she say, she's usually all in or all out.
She climbs onto the bed next to him, hand seeking out his chest, moving in to kiss him gently, odd when paired with her lust.] Don't hold back for me this time. Don't hold back.
[She worries that he does so, knowing she's been forced, told disgusting things. But those demons seem distant. Slowly, slowly, she's been able to touch him. Have him touch her. Her hunger outweighs everything now, including any shyness.]
[ There's a swear stuck in his throat when she strips down, movements unrushed but efficient. He exhales sharply, almost in disbelief, when he notices she hadn't been wearing anything underneath her pants. That alone is enough to make his cock twitch, steadily showing interest.
As soon as she touches him, he feels a knot of tension release, like permission granted. His hands slide to her waist as he returns the kiss, tugging her closer. The harbor is the last possible thing he thinks of, mind instead filled with how much he wants to keep touching her, how warm she is under his fingers.
Pulling away from kiss reluctantly, he checks in, dark eyes holding her own. ]
You'll tell me? [ When she hits her limit. If she does. She's done it in the past, the line of her spine stiffening when a memory hit her too hard. They've both had to stop before, almost never aligning when. But he feels like there's a weighted possibility here that they'll make it most of the way without any ghosts attached. ]
[She likes the way he looks at her, like she's desirable, but something to be revered at the same time. She releases a surprised noise when he tugs her closer. They do so much better nowadays with touch. It feels more like sparks than before.
She kisses at his jaw, lingering with her lips along the edge of it, and nods.]
I'll tell you.
[She knows he's so careful, but she doesn't want him to be tonight. She kisses him harder now, moving to crawl on top of him. Being on top makes her feel powerful, and Kaz never seems to mind. She runs her hand down his stomach with purpose, feeling over the muscles there.] You tell me, too.
[And with that as her only warning, she wraps a warm hand around his cock, stroking lightly.]
[ He says it automatically, not a drop of hesitation. It's been a while since he's really needed the space, but he'll be honest with her all the same.
Though, it's not like he can lie to her when they're like this. With her pushing him back onto the bed, her weight solidly across his lap. He shivers and lets out a shuddering breath when she drags her hand down, fingers loosely curling around his cock. His hips cant up, chasing more of the touch. Reaching out, follows the line of her throat with his fingers, tracing out the curve of a collarbone and just barely brushing the swell of one breast. She's relatively small chested but he likes it, how she fits in his palms so easily.
Dropping his hand down, he slides up along the inside of her thigh and dips his fingers between her legs, letting out a soft sound when he finds she's already a bit wet. ]
[It makes her feel good, that he trusts her so much, that he knows she would stop. She knows he would too, knows that she's safe with him.
He looks incredible like this, hips pushing up into her hand. She loves it when he shows real desire for her. Giving him pleasure makes her feel incredible. He deserves everything, and she's prepared to give him almost anything.
His fingers trace her features, like he's trying to memorize her. And then he's slipping fingers between her legs, and she lets out her own soft sound, lashes fluttering. She's been wet for twenty minutes or so, waiting for him to notice her hungry looks. Maybe the solution to everything with them is for her to take over.
She pulls at his cock, watching him with dark eyes.]
I want you inside me this time, [she tells him matter-of-factly, no hesitation this time. She runs her thumb over the slit of his cock, almost a caress.] Can we try?
[ Watching her react is almost too much, every time. Her lashes dip and flutter, that soft sound filling the space between them. A year ago, they could get about this far before they had to stop. A year later and he still feels giddiness in his lungs, as if he's seeing the motions for the first time.
He'd told her, what feels like a century ago, that he'd crawl to her. It goes deeper than that now, his whole life undone and remade and he wants to give her every solitary part.
Wants her to feel as knocked breathless as he does right now. ]
Well, since you asked so nice. [ What he means is: if you think you're able to. The last time they'd tried, it hadn't gone all that well, her memories making her body lock up. But, he's willing if she is. She's the one who knows her limits more. ]
[They get so drunk off each other's reactioins, pleasures, emotions... It's amazing to her, to see him like this, wanting her so much. She lets out a low noise, something like approval. She nods, getting his meaning. She knows he's concerned, but she feels brave and strong.
She leans down, almost folded in half like this, her body flexible as she wraps her lips around his cock, humming softly as she feels him harden even more in her mouth. She's gotten better at this, maybe a little too good. She's watching him carefully. She doesn't want him to come just yet.]
[ At first, he used to censor his reactions, nervous that they'd be too much. That she'd see something there that would leave her disquieted. Eventually, he'd learned it was the opposite. Just like her voice helped ground him in the present, him being open and vulnerable with how he felt had kept her from disappearing. It's been a hard habit to break, years of keeping everything too close to the chest.
Now it's paying off, each of their reactions building on the other– a push and pull.
Which means he's not holding anything back when she ducks down, small frame nearly doubled up as she takes him in her mouth. It leaves him gasping, the fingers on his free hand curling tightly into the covers underneath of them. Swearing, his hips buck up, feeling the friction sizzle straight up his spine. ]
[It does help her, and it's helping her now, eyes fluttering closed as she listens to his voice. Making him swear is a fun perk to this, and the way he says her name-
She takes him down further, taking a breath through her nose and sliding up and down. His taste is heavy on her tongue, and she finds she likes it. She could do this all day, really, if it didn't make her jaw ache sometimes. And if she didn't want him to be inside her.
Her mouth is hot around him, moving smoothly up and down his length. She can't seem to let him go down her throat, not entirely. But Kaz doesn't seem to care as much. He knows she has her limits. And penetration has seemed to be one of them them till now. She's hoping tonight will be different. She hums again, seeming to enjoy this.]
[ He loses most of his coherency on the second round. Though, he's still trying to watch her, utterly entranced, especially when her eyes close and she hums, like she didn't want to be anywhere else. The amount of trust there is enough to leave him floored and eventually, he can't keep his own eyes open. His head tilts back with the pleasure, nerves singing with every little motion.
Soon enough, he musters some semblance of control, reaching out to trace the edge of her mouth and then the curve of her cheek. His hands are shaking, but it isn't from the panic of water like it has been in the past. ]
I want to touch you. [ More than he can right now, with this angle. ]
[She lets him pop from her mouth, breathing hard. Kaz is really more of a romantic than she'd ever thought he would be, and it brings a bright smile to her face. She spreads out on top of him, leaning down to kiss him lazily.]
Then touch me, [she murmurs against his lips, her own bright red and spit-shiny. They'd started using tongue a long time ago, once they'd been able to kiss for long enough, but it still sets her alight, kissing so deeply. Her chest is pressed to his, nipples peaked. She just lays a hand on his chest, letting him take the wheel for a little while. It says a lot about them that she can do that, she thinks.]
[ It's a respite when she finally pulls away, even if the rest of his body wants her to keep going. If she did, though, the kiss wouldn't be nearly as heated, despite how easy and lazy it starts out. Her tongue slides against his and he groans into it, tasting himself.
When they finally pull apart– not far, she's still pressed against him, the line of her body fitted to his– he takes his time. Starts with a light touch between her shoulder blades and follows her spine, cheekily palming her ass. It's still nearly overwhelming, how much skin he can come in contact with, how much he wants to keep going now instead of feeling like he's going to drown. He slips his hand back up, fingers feeling out the indentations of her ribs and the backs of his knuckles brushing against one peaked nipple.
Following the same path in reverse, he slots his hand between her legs, two fingers sliding on the inside of her vulva but not pushing in. His next exhale is unsteady, even as he keeps teasing her. ]
[He takes his time, and once again, she feels like she's being memorized by touch. Smiling against his cheek, she lets him, sometimes pushing into his hand, like when his knuckles brush against her nipple.
She's always worried she would shatter in his arms, but here, she feels whole, being handled delicately, the way she should be handled. His hands don't leave bruises. And if they did, it would be because she wanted them.
His fingers move between her legs, and she inhales sharply, lids dropping lower, her gaze sensual as she watches him.] More.
[She's never sure how much encouragement he actually needs, but she knows he worries. All she wants right now, though, are his fingers inside her.]
[ There's always the worry he'd make her want to disappear with all the touching. It hasn't happened for a while now—they're both eager and she seems to like being handled this way. No longer timid or cautious, simply reverent.
He doesn't need too much encouragement, her gasp had been enough. Still, he follows what she asks, sliding two fingers into her with ease. She's wet enough that he can push them in and out, spreading her wide. His thumb rubs up right against her clit in an uneven rhythm, teasing and tempting. He wants to get her to shake apart first, wants that moment where she gets that dreamy look in her eye. ]
[She lets out a groan, loud and unabashed. It really is nice to have this house, with how much they've messed around. Moans and gasps can't give them away now, so she lets herself make any noises she pleases, moving with his fingers.
He rubs his thumb over her clit, and she bites at her lip with another noise, sensitive from being turned on this long. Her hand strokes up his ribs, like she can't help but touch him back. She turns her head so she can kiss his jaw, mouthing along there.]
Kaz... [She's breathless, mouth moving to kiss and nip at the long line of his neck now.]
[ Really, he's never regretted the house. Beforehand, he'd been nervous about it—after all, it was a huge commitment. Ever since then, he's never looked back. For a variety of reasons, the most obvious being what's happening right now; Inej making any noise she wanted without holding back.
He smirks at the gasp, doesn't let up touching her in precise motions. She hasn't quite started squirming, though he knows she'll get there eventually. Two fingers carefully become three and he lets out his own noise at the pressure of it.
Tilting his head, he returns the kisses, pressing a soft one against her mouth and then changing the angle to deepen it. ]
[Two becomes three, and she gasps again at the added pressure, hips moving. The flush on her neck and face is spreading to her chest and ears, and she returns the kiss with a soft noise, enjoying it when he deepens the kiss.
It's so much pleasure all at once. She feels hedonistic, powerful. She wonders if it's just with Kaz or if this is how she is. Whining against his lips, she pushes at his chest a little.] Mm... Kaz...
[She could lose herself just like this, would do it gladly except that she wanted to ride him. Now, she can feel herself start to shake apart, the pleasure building.]
[ As she starts to squirm, hips shifting into the thrust of his fingers, he smirks against her mouth. There's something satisfying about getting her to unravel, about feeling her enjoy herself without a second thought. The possibility either of them could suddenly stop is always there, but he doesn't feel anything like that right now, even with how pressed together they are.
And she seems to be too wrapped up in her own bliss, muscles only taut from the build of pleasure. He can tell the difference in the curve of her spine, how she wants to keep touching. His thumb rubs at her clit in harder circles and he murmurs against her mouth. ]
[She understands what he wants, then, and lets out a soft 'mm' in response, sitting back so she can just ride his fingers, no thought other than to push into that touch.
And then she hits that wave, that rush of pleasure, gasping as she rides his fingers through it. She shudders to a halt, breathing hard above him. Her skin feels hot to the touch. She leans over to kiss him, cheeks flushed and a smile on her face, collapsing on him a bit.]
[ Watching her like this will never get old, he thinks. Especially not when she finally comes, mouth dropped open into a small oh, eyes closed, head tipped back. Her whole frame tenses and shivers even as she rocks her hips through it.
She's so beautiful that he almost can't do anything but stare.
As she relaxes, he returns the smile, shifting a bit to take her weight when she tips forward. His other hand settles on her back, fingertips tracing little circles. ]
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now I know who you are // kanej
No, now he can walk through the Barrel with his hands bared without the fear of fainting because someone's jostled him by accident. Just earlier, he'd shaken hands with one of the council members, barely even registering the contact. Something more prolonged has him thinking of the harbor, but the water no longer rises above his ankles these days; easy to ignore.
Inej has worked through her own past in much the same way. In stages, with them both pushing where they could, when they could. Their frequent distance helps, oddly enough, because it means they have to soak up the physical contact when the time allows. Before she goes back off to sea, leaving a bloody trail of slavers in her wake.
There's also the fact they've moved away from the Slat, both of them out growing it. Her room had been filled shortly after she'd first left, years ago, and he eventually needed more space than the boarding house would allow for. Their own place has no prying eyes, no possibility of being startled by a sudden noise down the hall or the raucous laughter floating up from the bar. She surprised him once, about a year ago, by putting up bright curtains and decorations, shelves looking less empty with things she'd collected from her time abroad.
Now it feels less like they're masquerading as normal. This is their reality: she's back for now, having decided to spend the worst weeks of winter in Ketterdam instead of sailing. Parts of the harbor have sheets of ice floating on the water and Specht had looked pained when she'd asked him if it would be advisable to sail around them.
(Kaz owes him, despite the man having done nothing besides tell the truth).
They're settling in for the night, wind blowing against the shutters in noisy gusts. It's warm in the room, but he still fiddles dubiously with the buttons on his vest, as if worried the chill outside will more firmly make its way in. ]
Glad you aren't sailing through that?
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Here, she can just be Inej. It's warm enough in the house (Kaz had made sure that the house was warm and dry, a retreat for both of them) that she's wearing a tank top and with bare feet, hair down and falling in shiny black waves around her shoulders. She's comfortable. She has has no reason to be on her toes here.]
I kind of wanted to, [she admits sheepishly.] But I'm glad we've waited. Safer for the crew.
[It also gives her a chance to see him for a while. Kaz, who's grown so much, who's proven so much to her in their visits. It makes her greedy, makes her want to take and take more of him. Which isn't as hard nowadays as it used to be. She watches him now, with a gleam in her eye, one that must be familiar to him by now, with how often they've tried to get further.] You know, you don't have to be dressed to the nines when we're relaxing. I wouldn't judge you for an undershirt. [She glances over at him, considering, then adds:] Or less.
[She returns to reading the same sentence over again in the book she's been trying to read for the last twenty minutes, her lips quirked up.]
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[ Dreadful.
He moves away from the window, shedding his vest as he goes, hanging it off the back of a chair. Her comment doesn't exactly surprise him, but there's still a little thrill that goes through him every time she's feeling bold enough to give those thoughts a voice. ]
Force of habit. [ Kaz shrugs, looking about as sheepish as he ever gets. That quickly changes, though, hands stilling right over the button on his pants. ] How much less?
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She watches him strip, her grin cooling and her expression turning possessive. Hungry. Her eyes follow his slender fingers to the button on his pants.]
All of it, [she says, voice a little breathless as she sits up in her chair.]
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Well, he's not going to leave her waiting.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he's sliding his trousers down and off, loosely folding them over the same chair his vest is on. After, it's a slower unbuttoning of his shirt, his gaze locking to hers when he shrugs it off his shoulders. He steps out of his underwear last, dropped to the floor with his shirt. The bed dips when he takes a seat, cocking one eyebrow at her in invitation. ]
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And then she's making her way over to the bed, pulling her tank up over her head, skin feeling heated as soon as she's bare. She's not fooling around tonight, stepping out of her pants, no underwear on underneath.
It's been maybe a minute and they're both already naked. What can she say, she's usually all in or all out.
She climbs onto the bed next to him, hand seeking out his chest, moving in to kiss him gently, odd when paired with her lust.] Don't hold back for me this time. Don't hold back.
[She worries that he does so, knowing she's been forced, told disgusting things. But those demons seem distant. Slowly, slowly, she's been able to touch him. Have him touch her. Her hunger outweighs everything now, including any shyness.]
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As soon as she touches him, he feels a knot of tension release, like permission granted. His hands slide to her waist as he returns the kiss, tugging her closer. The harbor is the last possible thing he thinks of, mind instead filled with how much he wants to keep touching her, how warm she is under his fingers.
Pulling away from kiss reluctantly, he checks in, dark eyes holding her own. ]
You'll tell me? [ When she hits her limit. If she does. She's done it in the past, the line of her spine stiffening when a memory hit her too hard. They've both had to stop before, almost never aligning when. But he feels like there's a weighted possibility here that they'll make it most of the way without any ghosts attached. ]
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She kisses at his jaw, lingering with her lips along the edge of it, and nods.]
I'll tell you.
[She knows he's so careful, but she doesn't want him to be tonight. She kisses him harder now, moving to crawl on top of him. Being on top makes her feel powerful, and Kaz never seems to mind. She runs her hand down his stomach with purpose, feeling over the muscles there.] You tell me, too.
[And with that as her only warning, she wraps a warm hand around his cock, stroking lightly.]
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[ He says it automatically, not a drop of hesitation. It's been a while since he's really needed the space, but he'll be honest with her all the same.
Though, it's not like he can lie to her when they're like this. With her pushing him back onto the bed, her weight solidly across his lap. He shivers and lets out a shuddering breath when she drags her hand down, fingers loosely curling around his cock. His hips cant up, chasing more of the touch. Reaching out, follows the line of her throat with his fingers, tracing out the curve of a collarbone and just barely brushing the swell of one breast. She's relatively small chested but he likes it, how she fits in his palms so easily.
Dropping his hand down, he slides up along the inside of her thigh and dips his fingers between her legs, letting out a soft sound when he finds she's already a bit wet. ]
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He looks incredible like this, hips pushing up into her hand. She loves it when he shows real desire for her. Giving him pleasure makes her feel incredible. He deserves everything, and she's prepared to give him almost anything.
His fingers trace her features, like he's trying to memorize her. And then he's slipping fingers between her legs, and she lets out her own soft sound, lashes fluttering. She's been wet for twenty minutes or so, waiting for him to notice her hungry looks. Maybe the solution to everything with them is for her to take over.
She pulls at his cock, watching him with dark eyes.]
I want you inside me this time, [she tells him matter-of-factly, no hesitation this time. She runs her thumb over the slit of his cock, almost a caress.] Can we try?
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He'd told her, what feels like a century ago, that he'd crawl to her. It goes deeper than that now, his whole life undone and remade and he wants to give her every solitary part.
Wants her to feel as knocked breathless as he does right now. ]
Well, since you asked so nice. [ What he means is: if you think you're able to. The last time they'd tried, it hadn't gone all that well, her memories making her body lock up. But, he's willing if she is. She's the one who knows her limits more. ]
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She leans down, almost folded in half like this, her body flexible as she wraps her lips around his cock, humming softly as she feels him harden even more in her mouth. She's gotten better at this, maybe a little too good. She's watching him carefully. She doesn't want him to come just yet.]
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Now it's paying off, each of their reactions building on the other– a push and pull.
Which means he's not holding anything back when she ducks down, small frame nearly doubled up as she takes him in her mouth. It leaves him gasping, the fingers on his free hand curling tightly into the covers underneath of them. Swearing, his hips buck up, feeling the friction sizzle straight up his spine. ]
Inej–
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She takes him down further, taking a breath through her nose and sliding up and down. His taste is heavy on her tongue, and she finds she likes it. She could do this all day, really, if it didn't make her jaw ache sometimes. And if she didn't want him to be inside her.
Her mouth is hot around him, moving smoothly up and down his length. She can't seem to let him go down her throat, not entirely. But Kaz doesn't seem to care as much. He knows she has her limits. And penetration has seemed to be one of them them till now. She's hoping tonight will be different. She hums again, seeming to enjoy this.]
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Soon enough, he musters some semblance of control, reaching out to trace the edge of her mouth and then the curve of her cheek. His hands are shaking, but it isn't from the panic of water like it has been in the past. ]
I want to touch you. [ More than he can right now, with this angle. ]
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Then touch me, [she murmurs against his lips, her own bright red and spit-shiny. They'd started using tongue a long time ago, once they'd been able to kiss for long enough, but it still sets her alight, kissing so deeply. Her chest is pressed to his, nipples peaked. She just lays a hand on his chest, letting him take the wheel for a little while. It says a lot about them that she can do that, she thinks.]
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When they finally pull apart– not far, she's still pressed against him, the line of her body fitted to his– he takes his time. Starts with a light touch between her shoulder blades and follows her spine, cheekily palming her ass. It's still nearly overwhelming, how much skin he can come in contact with, how much he wants to keep going now instead of feeling like he's going to drown. He slips his hand back up, fingers feeling out the indentations of her ribs and the backs of his knuckles brushing against one peaked nipple.
Following the same path in reverse, he slots his hand between her legs, two fingers sliding on the inside of her vulva but not pushing in. His next exhale is unsteady, even as he keeps teasing her. ]
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She's always worried she would shatter in his arms, but here, she feels whole, being handled delicately, the way she should be handled. His hands don't leave bruises. And if they did, it would be because she wanted them.
His fingers move between her legs, and she inhales sharply, lids dropping lower, her gaze sensual as she watches him.] More.
[She's never sure how much encouragement he actually needs, but she knows he worries. All she wants right now, though, are his fingers inside her.]
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He doesn't need too much encouragement, her gasp had been enough. Still, he follows what she asks, sliding two fingers into her with ease. She's wet enough that he can push them in and out, spreading her wide. His thumb rubs up right against her clit in an uneven rhythm, teasing and tempting. He wants to get her to shake apart first, wants that moment where she gets that dreamy look in her eye. ]
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He rubs his thumb over her clit, and she bites at her lip with another noise, sensitive from being turned on this long. Her hand strokes up his ribs, like she can't help but touch him back. She turns her head so she can kiss his jaw, mouthing along there.]
Kaz... [She's breathless, mouth moving to kiss and nip at the long line of his neck now.]
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He smirks at the gasp, doesn't let up touching her in precise motions. She hasn't quite started squirming, though he knows she'll get there eventually. Two fingers carefully become three and he lets out his own noise at the pressure of it.
Tilting his head, he returns the kisses, pressing a soft one against her mouth and then changing the angle to deepen it. ]
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It's so much pleasure all at once. She feels hedonistic, powerful. She wonders if it's just with Kaz or if this is how she is. Whining against his lips, she pushes at his chest a little.] Mm... Kaz...
[She could lose herself just like this, would do it gladly except that she wanted to ride him. Now, she can feel herself start to shake apart, the pleasure building.]
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And she seems to be too wrapped up in her own bliss, muscles only taut from the build of pleasure. He can tell the difference in the curve of her spine, how she wants to keep touching. His thumb rubs at her clit in harder circles and he murmurs against her mouth. ]
Come on, I know you're close.
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And then she hits that wave, that rush of pleasure, gasping as she rides his fingers through it. She shudders to a halt, breathing hard above him. Her skin feels hot to the touch. She leans over to kiss him, cheeks flushed and a smile on her face, collapsing on him a bit.]
Give me a second.
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She's so beautiful that he almost can't do anything but stare.
As she relaxes, he returns the smile, shifting a bit to take her weight when she tips forward. His other hand settles on her back, fingertips tracing little circles. ]